Davidian's Holy Grail War

"Okay! You can leave it to me! I've been waiting for so long, I can't wait any longer!" Mordred carried Clarentt and ran out impatiently.

Those guys will definitely come, and she's been wanting to settle things with them for a long time, including that Bedivere guy!

Davidian shook his head helplessly after she ran out; the round table was full of problem children.

But let them be. After all, the end is fast approaching, and it would be unfair to them to demand that they adhere to those unnecessary rules now.

"So, Davian, isn't everything nearing its final conclusion?" The Lion King sat on her throne, not uttering a single word even as Davian assigned orders to the remaining Knights of the Round Table to fulfill their duties.

Because she believed what Davidian said: that the battle would only come to a final conclusion when she and the man named Bedivere locked eyes.

Davidian curtsied and looked up at Artoria, saying:

"My lord, please believe this. Even so, you can still do whatever you want now, and no one can stop you. The remaining members of the Round Table are still working hard for you and your goals. This is an undeniable fact!"

Artoria nodded, then gestured for David to come forward. David stepped forward and grasped Artoria's hands tightly. Neither of them wore armor, so it was direct physical contact.

As David felt Artoria, Artoria was also feeling him.

Even though they have become gods, some emotions will never disappear. This master and servant are enjoying their own peace at this moment, undisturbed by anyone.

The world's conflicts and their own duties have nothing to do with them at this moment; that's all.

Several days later, Ritsuka and his companions finally arrived once again outside the walls of this holy city. Looking at the imposing city in the distance, they once more felt its grandeur. This was the final battle; they would fight with all their might to stop the completion of the Holy Lance.

"Agraven, you've increased the number of archers and shield bearers on the city walls. Are you preparing for a defensive battle? Yes, the current situation doesn't require any proactive attacks. Focusing on defense is the right approach."

With his extraordinary eyesight, Lancelot had already seen through the layout of the city wall, which was not something that could be easily breached.

"But King Ozymandias's divine beast legion will arrive soon. They will harass the western flank, and then I will lead the cavalry in a feint attack! Although the damage from arrows will still be significant, there is no other way in the current situation."

Lancelot's expression darkened as he spoke. But this was a necessary sacrifice; they had no other choice. In fact, getting to this point was already the result of their utmost effort.

Lancelot then turned to Bedivere and said, "Sir Bedivere, I'm entrusting Ritsuka and Mash to you!"

"Leave it to me!" Bedivere extended his arm, and Lancelot, understanding his meaning, extended his arm as well. Their forearms touched lightly, a vow made by men and knights alike.

"Raise the battle flag! From this moment forward, we will conquer the Holy City! For the sake of all those who live on this land, we will impeach the Lion King for his transgressions! Gentlemen, draw your swords! Now is the time to restore the Holy City to its original state!"

Lancelot drew Arondette from his warhorse; this battle was a battle for justice! For the future of humanity, they had to march.

At that very moment, a massive storm, carrying sand and dust, swept across the entire holy city. Simultaneously, everyone heard—the sound of the Death Bell!

"Oh! That voice is... Lord Lancelot! This is the power of the First Lord! He truly kept his promise, and now is the time to advance!" Curse Wrist was overjoyed. That Lord was indeed a man of his word; this storm was his aid to those who rebelled against the Holy City!

"With a sandstorm like this, the range of arrows will be greatly limited, and visibility will also be obstructed! Everyone! Let's go!" Ritsuka issued the order for a full-scale advance without hesitation. King Hassan is indeed King Hassan; he made such a grand move right away.

Lancelot, of course, wouldn't let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip by. He immediately ordered all his knights to discard all their bows and arrows and win by speed! They bypassed Gawain's forces, who had already set up defenses at the main gate, and headed towards the city walls. Now was the perfect opportunity.

"Let's go! Mash!" Ritsuka took the lead and charged forward with Mash, who followed without hesitation.

After such a long time together, the two of them have developed a tacit understanding that no one else can match. They are about to engage in a final battle to uphold justice!

Chapter 214 Decisive Battle (1)

"Calm down! This storm is limiting us. It's the same for them. If our arrows can't reach far, we'll wait for the enemy to climb the walls before attacking. We still have the advantage of the walls. Bring the hot lead! We can't let them climb the walls like this!"

After giving his orders from the city wall, Gao Wen leaped down. Now he would give it his all and use his holy sword to sweep away the enemies.

However, he had only taken two steps when an assassin wearing a skull helmet and wielding a greatsword approached him.

The newcomer spoke indifferently to Gawain, his words chilling: "There's no need to go into battle. The sandstorm has covered you all; your path has been blocked."

Gao Wen realized that the person in front of him was probably the culprit behind this sandstorm. He felt a silent pressure surrounding him, and this kind of opponent was not easy to deal with.

But he still drew his Kaledin and charged at the man before him, only to have the opponent easily deflect Gawain's attack with a mere wave of his cloak. He didn't even raise his greatsword, which startled Gawain.

"Who exactly is this person? How could they so easily block my attack under the sun!" Gao Wen loudly questioned the true identity of the person in front of him, and the old man responded.

"Hassan al-Sabah. You come from the valley, only to take away the living. Look up at the sky, knight proud of your solemnity. Is the sun still shining above you?"

Gawain ignored it; he already knew that the sandstorm could even block the Lion King's blessing upon him.

The situation was unfavorable, but he had no choice but to step up. As the guardian of the main gate, he could not back down!

Meanwhile, the others bypassed Gawain, who was fighting the first Hassan here, and headed straight for the main gate. The other troops that were directly attacking the city walls had also begun to suffer losses. They had to break through the city gate and enter the Holy City as soon as possible.

This time, however, everyone suffered a major setback.

No matter how brute force they used, they couldn't break open the city gate in front of them.

One could even say that the city gate stood firm and unmoved, as if mocking the futile efforts of those in front of it.

Bedivere understood at that moment, and he said to everyone, "Only those with the will can enter Camelot... Powerful attacks alone cannot breach the main gate!"

“But if we can’t open the main gate, then everyone attacking the walls will…” Mashu, refusing to believe it, launched another attack on the main gate.

But it was no use. No matter how hard I tried to smash the door with the shield, it didn't even leave a scratch.

"Lord Bedivere, quickly use your invincible silver arm to think of a solution!?" Da Vinci was already as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, with sacrifices happening every second.

If they can't open the main gate in time, everyone will die.

Bedivere blushed instantly and could only stammer, "Um... I'm sorry... This is the biggest mistake of my life! My Silver Arm has no effect on Camelot, it can't attack him no matter what!"

"The Silver Arm can't attack?" Ritsuka's eyes widened at this statement. What to do? This was the worst situation she could have imagined.

Standing behind them, Sanzang showed a relieved expression. She listened to the roars, wails, and lamentations on the battlefield, and looked at the anxious people in front of her.

At that moment, she suddenly realized... it was time to fulfill her mission and responsibilities.

Another group of righteous knights charged towards them, forcing Ritsuka and the others to turn around and deal with this group of righteous knights surging towards them.

Taking advantage of this moment, Master Xuanzang bypassed the crowd and went to the main gate.

"Xuanzang! What do you want to do?" Ritsuka saw Xuanzang standing in front of the main gate. She took off her hat and put her hands together in front of the main gate.

"If this continues, everyone will only die in agony. From a Buddhist perspective, this is not a good thing. To be reborn in the Pure Land, one must cultivate until death and try to prevent hatred from lingering. Now is the time to unleash the ultimate Tathagata Palm! I have to blast this main gate away!"

The Venerable Xuanzang had her back to the crowd, but her words were filled with a hearty laugh. Finally, there was something she had to do for the sake of everything she had to do this time.

Ritsuka suddenly understood, and could only say, "Goodbye, Master Xuanzang!"

"Ah, goodbye. I hope we'll meet again at an observatory atop some snow-capped mountain!" With that, Master Xuanzang slowly extended his right palm forward.

Although she extended her hand rather slowly, the golden palm light wave she unleashed blasted the entire main gate away at an extremely fast speed!

The powerful shockwave stirred up countless plumes of dust, leaving even Ritsuka stunned. What kind of destructive power was this? Did the Venerable Xuanzang actually possess such strength within his body?

【Toutai, this time I haven't let myself down.】The monk Xuanzang disappeared in the form of golden spirit particles, but Ritsuka couldn't care less about her grief now.

The destruction of the main gate greatly boosted the morale of the allied forces, and they seized the opportunity to storm into the Holy City!

At the same time, Agravivan arrived outside the main hall, where David was standing, sword in hand.

Agravan nodded to him, while Davidian nodded toward the door, gesturing for him to go inside. Agravan was now the only one who would come to see the Lion King.

Agravan walked into the main hall without hesitation, curtsied to the Lion King, and said:

"The main gate has been breached, and the rebel army has entered the city. Therefore, Your Majesty, there is no need to delay any longer; the Holy Bachelor's Ceremony is over."

The decision now rests with you. Open the Tower of the End here and build the thousand-year kingdom that could not be realized in Britain—an ideal nation that will neither be invaded by anyone nor invade anyone. We will witness your achievements.

The Lion Queen rose from her throne, her eyes blazing with light. She then billowed her cloak, stretched out her hand, and proclaimed:

"Very well, since Agrave of Iron has spoken, then so be it! The waves of the end have reached my throne. Close the round table, and this realm will become a staircase. Camelot will usher in an era of raging storms. In the name of the Storm King, it is time to take everything into my grasp!"

As she spoke, golden light rose up and enveloped Camelot's core area. This was both the Holy Lance's outer armor and its self-defense; now that everything was ready, it was finally time for the Lion King to reap the rewards.

Ritsuka and the others were once again blocked by this defense; with their current methods, they were still unable to break through the outer layer. At this moment, Dr. Roman anxiously shouted:

[The collapse of gravity was felt all around this era! The world began to shut down! The empty space at the edge of the world, as seen by the monk Xuanzang, was advancing towards the Holy Capital!]

"It's started! They're building the Tower of the End? So fast." Bedivere's expression was complicated. They were still a step too late. How could they break the current deadlock? If they stayed here any longer, not only would they not be able to revive the era, but they would all be burned to death.

Chapter 215 Decisive Battle (2)

[Damn it! The Allied Forces are also stuck at this wall! The Holy Capital's army has seized this opportunity and started attacking from both sides! If this continues, they will be wiped out. We must find a way to destroy this Wall of Light!]

That thing appeared suddenly, so there must be a way to destroy it! Everyone, quickly search the surrounding area! See if there are any entrances or exits, or the source of the Light Wall!

Roman anxiously urged everyone to seize every opportunity at hand, but a voice told them that it was impossible, that there was no such thing.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a crimson knight leap down from the high building and charge towards them. Bedivere swung his longsword to block the attacker's full-force strike.

The person who arrived was Mordred, after all, she had been waiting here for quite some time.

"I've come to fight you guys in the final battle as promised! To be honest, I've been looking forward to this for a long time! You guys have really kept me waiting!"

Mordred kicked Bedivere away, and now she was full of enthusiasm, waiting to tear this group of people to pieces to prove herself.

"That archer perished together with Father's Holy Lance, didn't he? What a shame, that takes away one of the fun aspects. But it doesn't matter, everyone will eventually be burned to death by Father's Holy Lance anyway."

"Hey, get ready for battle, you weaklings! At least let us fight our last battle honorably. Whether you die or I die, it's a good ending."

Mordred picked up the Karalentt, ready for battle, while Bedivere and Mash charged forward without hesitation; now was not the time for a one-on-one fight!

Even as he fought, Bedivere kept saying, "No, if you're going to die, then die alone! Mordred! We don't have time to help you fulfill your shattered wish."

"Huh?" Mordred paused for a moment before retorting, "Not bad! Coward, you can say a few tough words when you're really pushed to the limit!"

This unexpected response left Bedivere unsure how to respond, while Mordred continued:

"A shattered wish, isn't that just right? We are all followers, people who are already dead. You could even say that people like us who only know how to fight have no reason to exist for the Lion King at all."